Friday, May 29, 2009
Joe and Kasey Lansdale
I had the pleasure of interviewing legendary Texas author Joe Lansdale this week for an upcoming Austin Chronicle story, and learned a lot of his stories began as dreams. Here he is after lunch at Threadgill's with his daughter Kasey Lansdale, who is a singer/songwriter.
Labels:
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fiction,
horror,
Joe Lansdale,
Kasey Lansdale,
mystery,
Texas
A full pickle day
When Casey came to town...
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Beach!
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
A Mother's Day poem
The artist
The artist never marries.
No kids to prod and poke.
Her hollow dog eats prime rib
as life drifts by like smoke.
Stumbling on perfect legs of clay,
She trails the anxious shepherd
high into hills above the city
where art and truth are severed.
She says this path is mine.
I must suffer, play, ruminate,
ignore your ocean eyes,
lest my words not propagate.
Golden child, he will not wait
For art for artists’ sake.
He lolls upon your lovely lap
and skips across the lake.
Thus I am the artist
you my finest pen.
Our greatest tale unfolds
each day anew again.
For Tiffany
Mother’s Day, 2009
Joe O’Connell
The artist never marries.
No kids to prod and poke.
Her hollow dog eats prime rib
as life drifts by like smoke.
Stumbling on perfect legs of clay,
She trails the anxious shepherd
high into hills above the city
where art and truth are severed.
She says this path is mine.
I must suffer, play, ruminate,
ignore your ocean eyes,
lest my words not propagate.
Golden child, he will not wait
For art for artists’ sake.
He lolls upon your lovely lap
and skips across the lake.
Thus I am the artist
you my finest pen.
Our greatest tale unfolds
each day anew again.
For Tiffany
Mother’s Day, 2009
Joe O’Connell
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